Chapter 265 Lost like A Dog

Chapter 265 is a complete failure.

Gu Yuanhang received a notice from the court the day before she was discharged, saying that lin furong had applied for an extension of the trial.

This meant that his plan to divorce Lin Furong after leaving the hospital had changed.

Gu Nuan went to France on a business trip, and Wenren Zhen happened to have something to do, so Gu Yuanhang was discharged from the hospital and Wenren Zhen's assistant Li Mingxuan came to pick him up.

Li Mingxuan didn't come until four in the afternoon. It was already past five o' clock to help him get out of the hospital.

So, on the way home, it was rush hour, and Li Mingxuan's car was successfully blocked in the busy business street.

The business streets in Bincheng have become more and more lively in the past two years.

Gu Yuanhang leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window. When he saw a boutique, his body froze and he froze.

The transparent window was clear, and inside was a mature and beautiful middle-aged lady with a scarf in her hand. This middle-aged lady was his ex-wife, Wen Zihan.

Next to Wen Zihan was Shen shikai, whom he had seen twenty years ago!

At this moment, Wen Zihan was wearing a well-groomed apricot autumn dress, her wavy hair hanging over her shoulders, her head slightly lowered, and her jaw like a drop of water.

With a faint smile on her face, she stared intently at the scarf in her hand, like a little woman who had chosen her favorite gift.

Shen shikai was dressed in a proper navy suit with a gentle and doting smile on his face. He was looking at Wen Zihan with a focused gaze, and they stood side by side like a pair of perfect people.

None of them would have thought that at this moment, he was sitting in a car on the side of the road, witnessing their love scene.

Gu Yuanhang closed his eyes slightly and his brain flew back to more than 20 years ago uncontrollably.

At that time, he was still a high-spirited young man, at that time, Wen Zihan was still a woman who was in love.

They loved each other so passionately in that hot summer, so passionately, so passionately, so sincerely, so closely.

He still remembered the blushes and shyness she had when she became his woman, and how she trembled...

The moment he had her, he secretly swore in his heart that in this life, he must walk with her hand in hand.

In this life, he is her husband for the rest of her life, and she will be his wife forever!

However, who would have thought that his life with her was only five years, who would have thought that his life with hers was just a blink of an eye?

"Gu Yuanhang, even if I really cheated, even if I was caught by you, but is this really my fault?"

In her ear, Wen Zihan's furious question from 22 years ago rang out!

His nose was slightly sore, and there was a stinging pain in his eyes!

Fortunately, he was sitting in the back row, raising his hand and silently wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

It wasn't her fault. After a long talk with his waking mother, he finally realized it wasn't her fault.

But he knew too late!

If he had calmed down a little back then;

If, in those days, he was a little more magnanimous;

He and Wen Zihan would not have come to this stage.

Because of the traffic jam, it was already 7: 00 pm when they got home.

It was rare for Lin Furong to cook in person.

When she saw him return, her face immediately filled with a happy smile, as if a woman waiting for her husband to return finally saw her lover.

"Yuanhang, I made your favorite braised meat and heart of cabbage. Come and try it. It doesn't taste good."

With a smile on his face, Lin Furong placed a plate of green and shiny white cabbage on the table.

Gu Yuanhang's eyes fell on Lin Furong's face and looked at her straight like that for ten seconds.

The dark eyes were complicated and dark, as if they were going to pierce through Lin Furong's flesh and bones.

Lin Furong was flustered by Gu Yuanhang's gaze, so he quickly put down his apron and asked, pretending to be careful.

"Yuanhang, what's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"There's nothing dirty on your face, and there's something dirty in your heart."

Gu Yuanhang dropped the sentence coldly and turned to walk upstairs.

He did not even look at the exquisite dishes on the table.

Lin Furong stood there, clenching his fingers into fists as he watched the tall figure disappear into the stairwell before unwillingly looking back.

Seeing the warm dishes on the table, her tears almost fell.

She went to the hospital to find out that he was going to leave the hospital and learned from the Meishan clinic that she had not received news that he was going to live there, so she guessed that he was going back to Wohuaxi.

She carefully prepared the chicken for an afternoon. The chicken was raised by Wangma himself in the yard, and the pork was bought from the fruit farm. She personally cooked his favorite dishes.

But who knew that after all the trouble and effort she had put in, he came back without even looking at him.

Lin Furong's heart was as cold as ice in an instant, and he felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

Looking at the dishes on the table that were still steaming, it was full of ridicule.

The next second, she was furious. She picked up the dishes and threw them into the trash can beside her.

...

Upstairs, Gu Yuanhang unfolded an old painting.

In the painting, there are three slate houses with small green tiles. In front of the house is a big paddy field, in which there are several ducks swimming.

This is a painting by wen zihan, whose name is "Our home."

"This is our old home. When we get old, we will look for a country like this, build a few houses like this, raise a flock of chickens and ducks, and live happily in our later years."

This was what Wen Zihan told him when he showed him the painting, and at that time, both of them would still be walking hand in hand until they were old.

In front of the house in this painting, the old couple sitting under the big banyan tree was wen zihan's painting of him and her.

The sun was setting, and the gray-haired wife was napping on the armchair, while the gray-haired husband was helping his wife drive away mosquitoes with a fan in his hand.

The picture was so warm and harmonious that he thought it was a portrait of his old age with Wen Zihan, but who knew...

The past was like a yellowing old movie, playing uncontrollably in his mind. He could not control the player, nor could he restrain his memories.

All these years, he thought he remembered her because he hated her betrayal.

Now, he finally understood that he had remembered her all these years because he loved her too much!

In fact, wen zihan had already infiltrated his bone marrow and penetrated his blood. No matter what method he used, he could not be uprooted!

Lin Furong pushed him away and walked in, and this was what he saw -

Gu Yuanhang was holding the yellowed painting in his hand, and his face was filled with sadness and heartache, as if he was drowning in the past.

Lin Furong's anger and pain rose almost at the same time.

She had been with Gu Yuanhang for more than twenty years, but it was no match for the five years that Wen Zihan had been with him.

She was the well-known Madam gu. She and Gu Yuanhang were old married, but she still missed his ex-wife in front of her.

The pain in her heart was covered by great anger. She clenched her hands into fists and slammed the door open.

Gu Yuanhang looked up at the door and saw Lin Furong walking in. His face was cold and dark.

"Who allowed you in? This is my study!"

Gu Yuanhang's meaning was obvious. The study was his own place. Lin Furong could not enter or leave without his permission.

After asking this, he carefully rolled up the painting in his hand and was about to put it in the drawer. The next second, Lin Furong reached out and snatched the painting from his hand.

"Give it back to me!"

Gu Yuanhang screamed nervously, worried.

Sure enough, Lin Furong quickly unfolded the painting, and then looked at it carefully with a knowing look in the dress.

Looking at the old Gu Yuanhang and Wen Zihan in the painting, Lin Furong's heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and his anger exploded in an instant!

"Lin Furong, you draw..."

Before Gu Yuanhang finished, the next second -

"Stab!"

The sound of the painting being torn came, and Lin Furong's face twisted, tearing the painting until it was torn into pieces.

Lin Furong threw his hand into the air, and the shards fell like snow. There were many shards on Gu Yuanhang's head, body, and desk.

Gu Yuanhang's face was cold and dark, his brows were already covered with cold dew, and his voice was like a cold wind:

"Lin Furong, are you crazy?"

Looking at the debris on the ground, it was as if Gu Yuanhang had seen his marriage to Wen Zihan more than 20 years ago.

In the beginning, he was also framed, and then his marriage with Wen Zihan broke into pieces and could no longer be stitched up.

He slowly squatted down and picked up the pieces on the ground, one after another, as if he wanted to reassemble them into a happy picture of his old age.

His movements were so careful, but his face was as sad and sad as the loss of his most beloved treasure.

Looking at Gu Yuanhang, who was squatting on the ground picking up the pieces, Lin Furong felt that his heart was broken into pieces like that painting and could not be healed.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the edge of her impending collapse, her face contorted with anger.

Gu Yuanhang and her marriage had come to the brink of breaking up. Divorce was already a foregone conclusion, but as a woman, she was still unwilling to give up her efforts in the past twenty years.

What humiliation had she suffered in order to marry him? But in the end, what did she get?

She thought she had chased Wen Zihan away and won the marriage, but the truth was -

She had lost a hell of a lot in this marriage she thought she was going to get married to!